A Son

A loss of words I sit and think as to what I say Maybe kings don’t have descriptions Maybe his rank is to high for me to even put in words. If heaven be real then his tickets are made of gold And if hell be real then he will be the hero to defeat all evil. He is mighty. His mind is stronger than any lion hunting for food. His thoughts are smarter than any encyclopedia. As the clouds turn purple and lightning strikes the sky His smile remains intact. He is fierce. He is the diamond we all wish we had. He holds the eyes of God. He is a king.